Lock You In My Heart Novel Novels & Stories

Even I have to go through terrible psychological means of claiming her heart, mind, body and soul. She stirred slightly, her brow furrowing, but didn’t wake. I straightened and stood there for a long time, watching her, the faint scent of her shampoo still clinging to the air. Outside, the night stretched on — a silent witness to the war between love and possession that burned quietly inside me. And in that moment, I knew one thing with absolute certainty... If Michael LaRosa ever came for her again, I would burn the world to ashes before I let him take her from me again.

My heart skips a beat when he turns the lock in the door, his gaze fixed on me. My eyes widen as he pushes me up against the door, my heart thundering. “Enrique…” His cold gold eyes are burning into mine and I stay quiet. He called me here… but why? “That necklace was in this office, in a locked cabinet. How did you get it?” “I unlocked it.” I answer softly, as if not wanting to awaken the beast, but I couldn’t lie. He clenches his jaw, his eyes back on me, “You are forbidden from going through my things…yet you think you could look through my things?”

But it seemed fused to her wrist, tightening even more the harder she struggled. Matthew lowered his gaze, looking at her with more disgust than he ever felt for anything else. Meghan suddenly scrambled up, dropped to her knees at his feet, and clutched his pant leg tightly. "Matthew, believe me! I only love you! This must be Danielle's doing! That spiteful woman is jealous of us!" Matthew scoffed and snapped his fingers. A moment later, two bodyguards dragged Rowan over and slammed him to the floor. His face was bruised and swollen, his naked body tightly bound with hemp rope.

At least he could do that. He peered through the large glass pane that was set in the back door before his hand gripped the old-fashioned, brass knob. What he saw had his other hand fisting at his side. Harper and the blond man were locked in an embrace, and a sweet smile played at her mouth. Jealousy spontaneously combusted in his chest before his intellect told him he was being ridiculous. He had no claim over Harper. He'd thought he'd made his peace with that years ago when she never responded to any of his letters. Apparently, a piece of his heart still carried a torch, however, and it was burning like a furnace in his chest. He rubbed at the spot trying to make the sensation go away.

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

My heart hammered so loudly I was sure it would give me away. The door waited at the end of the hall like a challenge. I stopped in front of it, fingers trembling slightly as I raised the key toward the lock. This could change everything. My hands shook as I slid the key into the lock. It turned with a soft, satisfying click. The heavy door swung open silently, revealing a dimly lit room that smelled faintly of leather and old paper. I stepped inside quickly and closed the door behind me, leaving it just a crack open so I could hear if anyone came. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest.

Firm hands pressed to my waist, and before I knew it, our bodies pressed against each other. " Get ready, I'll pick you up," he said and gently pecks my cheeks, giving me a light smile. " Huh? " I chock, but he's already walking out of the door. I pressed my palm to my chest, right over my heart. The same heart I’d sworn to lock away. But it wasn’t locked. Not anymore. And that terrified me more than anything Layla could ever say. I inhaled shakily, forcing myself to move—one step, then another—back toward the safety of my kids room before I did something reckless.

“Before coming here, I also prepared everything. Thinking chooses between speaking and not speaking. If I hadn't told him, I would have taken her by now. A little pain, a little loss. That's all he got in this one-sided love. “I can lock her up for life, but I can't lock her heart. Her chest was beating for you...!, not me. All he needed to do was help him get that piece of memory back. He has consulted many ways and also read books.

"Yaya, did you figure something out? Is that why you're staying? If you do, you'll end up like us—ugly, twisted." I blinked. "So? You're not ugly. Don't you love me? Don't you want us to be together forever?" He shook his head. "It's because I love you that I won't let you lose yourself. You said people are waiting for you. You have to go back." Then— He raised the sharp cross... and slammed it into his own chest. Pulled out a heart. And shoved it into one of the keyholes. Click. One lock opened. Even that smug voice cracked.